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Thursday, April 11, 2013

BOOK BLITZ & GIVEAWAY: Going Under by S. Walden

Book Info

Going Underby S. WaldenPublication Date: March 19th, 2013

Brooke Wright has only two goals her senior year at Charity Run High School: stay out of trouble and learn to forgive herself for the past. Forgiveness proves elusive, and trouble finds her anyway when she discovers a secret club at school connected to the death of her best friend. She learns that swim team members participate in a “Fantasy Slut League,” scoring points for their sexual acts with unsuspecting girls.

Brooke, wracked with guilt over her friend’s death, decides to infiltrate the league by becoming one of the “unsuspecting girls,” and exact revenge on the boys who stole away her best friend. An unexpected romance complicates her plans, and her dogged pursuit of justice turns her reckless as she underestimates just how far the boys will go to keep their sex club a secret.

Guest Post

I
have no idea what types of books I write, so I file them under genres like
“Mature YA” and “New Adult.” I don’t even really understand these genres (and I
suspect no one else does either), but they sound good. And I know they have
something to do with older teens and people in their twenties. And they usually
include some bad language and risqué situations/themes. So I guess my stories
sort of fit, like shoving a size 8 foot into a size 6 shoe.

The
problem? I write about ultra mature/ultra taboo topics. And so far they’ve
involved teenagers. So you have the “f” word. And you have teens. And you have
something really taboo like rape. “F” word + teens + rape = NO GENRE. And I will not classify them as Adult fiction.
I refuse because I truly believe they are not (but adults are more than welcome
to read them, of course).

New
Adult is by far the closest, but even that genre requires . . . oh, I don’t
even know what you call it. Mild restraint? Or maybe it doesn’t. I don’t know.
What I do know is that I’ve yet to come across a book about teenagers that just
puts it all out there. Raw. In your face. Makes you completely uncomfortable.
Maybe outraged. “This is a book for teens?! How dare she! She is an
irresponsible woman! She’s sending the wrong message!” (Man, I’ll know I’ve
made it when I get a review like that.)

And
it’s not like I’m trying to push the envelope. I just write about real things,
and I say it in a real way. So it’s probably going to make you shift around in
your seat until you find a comfortable position. Or maybe you’ll never find a
comfortable position, and then you can write a review like the one mentioned
above. I won’t be offended. I swear.

I’m
not going to lie and say it’s not frustrating being a genre-confused writer. I
feel lost. I’m that sad kid on the playground wandering around by myself with
my face turned up to the sky. “Where are my friends? My genres? Who am I?” It’s
all very existential crisis when I haven’t the time for it. I need to be
writing. And once I’m finished writing, I need to have a genre to put it in.

So
right now you’ll see “New Adult.” When enough people yell at me and say my
content is too mature for “New Adult,” then I guess you’ll see “Adult.” Or
maybe I’ll stick with New Adult just to be spiteful. Or maybe I’ll create a new
genre.